Just Another Old Tree
My park gates are being opened; I hear the metal hinges creak. They are rusted now, these hinges—pieces of browned, crisp metal drop off quietly, …
Tag: Death
Eating Crow
I’m standing on the windowsill outside her hospital room, three floors up. The eastern wing. I’m don’t need to be here. I shouldn’t be here. …
The Doors Are Permanently Locked
The doors are permanently locked now. I ring the buzzer and we’re eventually allowed in by the security guard. Stepping inside I’m hit with the blast of …